For you disgracefully stone cold sober

            True is I got a little bit confused while I was watching the microfilm on the TV in my room of the Regency Hotel School in Ramsgate, and after this too, just when I was going to enter the School’s disco, but they were only two instants during which you focus on your powers and stand to think what is what you must do next. Between my watching the microfilm and my coming back to my parents more than one year had gone by. And I collected since then a good many stories about my presence in my good friend Manuel’s house at 9 Jorge Juan Street. So, what’s the help in trying not to surrender after all that has happened? They don’t see themselves under a Wise, Just and Fraternal rule and it doesn’t suit them either. Even knowing everybody hates them! A huge deluge selecting rotten souls to exist no more is what they will have! If it happened already, what’s the use of not being afraid of God for their wickedness and thinking all day about a damned deluge threatening?

            Well, on the microfilm I saw my brothers, my comrades and my father carrying out revolutionary actions. I was in my room with pretty Ulrike Möller, who had a room also at the Regency Hotel School. I don’t still know how, but most probably was Ulrike who made me some way, with a pill or other, forget about the entire microfilm and only have vague remembrances after I watched it. When I wrote down addressing the whole world as armed president of the Spanish Communist Party I had in mind some intense reactions on watching the microfilm. First, I couldn’t help laughing remembering the sequence on which Alfonso Romero shot up to a man’s forehead who was seated on a stall in Cobra disco. The shot was so intentionally reproduced that it made me stronger to know then for granted it all was such as I had foreseen. I had in mind as well the scandalous big laughter on seeing my brothers Arturo and Miguel in the lorry killing fascist Ana. Even today I am not completely sure of all the microfilm sequences I saw, but some are definite for my boasting of powers to reproduce the microfilm entire when I wrote flour, meaning to me and to my comrades big prodigies: watching fascist Patricia naked in a masochist session while being whipped with a belt and watching how the bomb of Hiroshima flew downwards from the Enola Gay. I understood more than I was writing: I was conscious I had been elected to carry out world’s revolution against murder capitalism and all my deeds had been filmed. It was a big joy to use telepathy to make myself understood by family and comrades, so much I left pen aside and raised my fists to address all the people committed in the revolutionary struggle.

            It was 1980. I made a trip to London with Ulrike and my friends Manuel and Francisco Caballero Willms and came back to Ramsgate for some more days. Well, the case is that as a consequence of having watched the microfilm I had always in mind the intense reactions and the sequences I have mentioned, and I had been waiting in Manuel’s at 9 Jorge Juan Street to be appointed president of the Spanish Communist Party, knowing my brother Miguel had killed fascist Ana in the name of Revolution and I had plans already to be carried out during the revolutionary process. Tejero assaulted the Congress of Deputies on 23 February 1981. When Manuel told me it was happening I was having a bath in the corridor’s bathroom. He told me also he had to come out and Margarita was coming to stay with me in the main lounge. I was no fool, I dried myself and escaped to Ángel Pageo Rivas flat and stood at his until it was morning.

            I had had already made use of my powers while living at Manuel’s, during demonstrations of the Trade Unions and in the house itself, being imperious with my chin, threatening the fascists with levitations. I was expecting Alfonso, Pablo and Jorge appearance any moment and not happening this but being sure it would happen someday, I was so sure of myself I came back to England more than once after my knowledge of being the elected as armed president and having not to pay any killings, what for should well-minded people agree about. I had gone to Bell College of Saffron Walden, Essex, for the autumn term, repeating the same term for two years; that is 1979 and 1980. This second time I had to examine of First Certificate in English and of course I had in mind, sometimes clearly, the reactions on watching the microfilm in Ramsgate some six months since. It turned out my old companion in the college Enrique Belzuz repeated also and we used to spend some time together, and among another Spaniards there was a brother of one who had been in the college the first time I went there. The two brothers were sons of a diplomat and the two were preparing to be diplomats. Kind of posh was the 1979 brother, but the second was a complete fool. Once he came to my room in the college and began to speak. His verbal diarrhoea was unbearable but I let him speak for a while. We were very close and I heard him saying that politicians nowadays in Spain were naffs, that at least we were governed by gentlemen before, that all politicians in Spain should be killed. I stood up and said to him that politicians should be killed. He stood up too and told me he was a fascist. I then said that I was in charge of killing all the fascists I met. If you touch me I begin to shout for help, he told me. I took my camera, turned it on, lit up the flash and said to him to become mad and to go to see himself in the mirror. He did as I had said, he went to the mirror and I started to take pictures. He saw himself in the mirror and became mad, kicked up the basin and it broke; I told him to do himself some wounds on his arms and he did himself some cuts on his arms with the basin’s pieces, hurting himself all over his arms; I told him to paint his face with his own blood and he did. I stopped taking pictures and told him to go away. Next day a woman responsible in the college asked me for money to replace the broken basin. She argued that the basin was in my room, so I went to the Swiss photographer guy that had told everyone he developed roll-films and printed copies to have the proof for her to see I hadn’t to pay for the new basin.

Knowing Tejero had assaulted the Congress of Deputies for reasons obviously much to do with me and the fact of my brother Miguel killing fascist Ana, I was fully concentrated in TV news and ready for action wherever I went to in Spain. There was a very clear telepathy messages sending from my family and comrades during a video clip on which it can be seen a battalion of Russian soldiers singing a revolutionary persuasive melody. I could even hear Alfonso say: Look what he does! What amazing!

So when I heard stupid Carlos Zurita, Margarita’s husband and brother-in-law to dummy king of Spain saying he had run that day more than ever and laughing to try to make Manuel and I accomplices of the assassination of the ex queen of Greece Federica, mother of Sofía queen of Spain, that had occurred only two hours before, my first thought was the royal family of Bourbons had killed Federica to try compensating the killing of fascist Ana, to explain (Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha) how was it of not accusing my brother Miguel but offering me the possibility of marrying any of the dummy king’s daughters and hide the killings of Ana and Federica. Of course, they had made easier my leadership on being a revolutionary with powers who knows his duty, so since then it may not be other but carrying out revolution, putting an end to wild murderous capitalism incarnated in the dummy king Bourbon and fascist president Adolfo Suárez first, and later in Leopoldo Calvo-Sotelo, whose investiture session as president in parliament Tejero had interrupted, in PSOE’s complicity in consenting misery and poverty, as we knew it would occur, for so many years witnessing nauseating and ugly fascists’ severe wrongs and pedantic unwise politicians lost in the abyss of appearance.

Next day queen of Spain Sofía killed her mother ex queen of Greece Federica I saw on TV how queen Sofía was reading a discourse on a stage to a soldiers regiment. The wind hurt the queen and made her swing to the extreme of nearly falling down from the stage, dressed in mourning, her head covered with a Manila's shawl and very nervous. I thought that soldiers watching and listening to her surely took for granted that what was happening was logical taking it place the following day to the queen mother's death. I could not not taking advantage of making myself present and less still the circumstances given, I levitated the queen, who was moving from side to side because of the wind and her nerves, and I moved her downwards one meter or more than one meter. And after I did the same with the soldiers, you would never believe the queen has even had a great gesture of integrity the day following she has buried her mother, but instead will believe she is so nervous as that because as a matter of fact it was she who has killed her mother, and I levitated her and later you, for everybody to know the boy is handsome, the star of the film, a great guy, you can guess..., so you know already.

Once again living in my parents I expected revolutionary actions beside my family and comrades and it has been so since 1981. So many people has learned to try to do wisely always, nobody can’t deny the most congenial ideal will forever be volunteer in the revolutionary front against the enemies of a world ruled by Harmony. Although I had left tokens of my powers frequently, when I waited for Alfonso, Pablo and Jorge on the law wall at Santuario Street or at some other places near to mine, I used my powers openly, so everyone must have known since then. Only say that Revolution will be carried out as it was planned and it will start when Alfonso, Pablo and Jorge with the help of my father will enrich my powers so that I shall be capable of doing extraordinary prodigies and how could not be it so, of making merry wonders.

Since we many human beings are well-minded people and do wisely or at least always try,  I will do my best to let you know why I laughed and laugh so much yet  when I remember my staying at Manuel’s. I have already started to do this in other stories I wrote belonging all to true deeds I call episodes really enjoyable to compose a book in the shape of fragments about myself. In the meanwhile I boast of my powers to have fascists at bay. No way out facing facts denying these and no way out trying to escape arguing whatever about what we all know are severe wrongs; we were waiting. How important it is to know what to do next! What bliss would be a happy world!

Off with consenters of invasions, genocides, famines, slavery, refugees, misery, poverty, exploitation! Oh, God, send them a huge deluge and extinguish them from earth!